The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1887-09-08

less trifles these spoiled girls must have
to wear, and this was Partisan |
through and through! German women |
were So different. What, indeed, |
could II manly man do with Il doll who |
carried such handkerchiefs, wound such |
spiders webs about her neck and wore |
gloves in the gardenP What would his |
mother, who only on Sundays allowed
herself the luxury of white under
sleeves, and was by no means lavish in
collars and handkcrchiefs for |
her husband and son--what would |
she say about the always fresh |
white gowns of this young French |
woman? Terrible memories of the |
Revolution and of Napolcon's wars |
had taught her to hate the French, and |
she was displcascd to learn that her
son even knew these foreigners.
This night Arnim dreamed of gigan-
tic balls flying through the air. They
all hit him. Handkerchief after
handkerchief was wound around
his head, and two soft little hands
were laid upon his heart, while
sweet voice asked: "IIave | really hurt
you?'
The next day Arnim had many les
sons to rccitc at the gymnasium, but
his memory was not rs usual at COM
mand. AT the appointed time he
found himself on the familiar path. As
he passed the latticcd gate his heart
beat violently. From beneath the low
drawn vision of his cap he gazcd
Stcalthily into the garden. Suddenly
he disccrncd u white simmer. The
| glovclcSS hand Of 1IOrtcnSc waved him
II greeting through the latticc-work of
the gate.
go. sir, you came at last" she said,
in French. "How is it with you?'
AS apolitc young man, he was obliged
to step forward, to take off his cap,
show the eye which meantime had as
sumcd all possible colors, and say u.s.
suringly the words he had thousand
times rchcarscl: "Jc me pdrte uSSc%
6Icn, m0dCmOiSClIc. Then taking the
handkerchief with the coronct from its
paper wrappings, with "thanll you
very much, )" he handed it to its owner.
Where was the other? IIortenSe did
not ask, but still chatting and laugh
ing mcrrily, she opened the gate and
came to him. Arnim listened in silence
as the ripping rivulct of her speech
flowed gayly on, while the rosebud
mouth was wrcathcd in smiles and the
eyes glowcd like sunbcams.
go, how love the forcstn she cried,
in ecstasy. The trees murmurcd softly
above those two young heads, and Will,
happy hearts they paced slowly up aud
down the path.
Young violcts in charming profusion
nestled amid the grass. Arnim would
gladly have plucked bunch of them
for his lovely companion, but he could
recall only their Latin name, Viola
odOrdta, and he foreborc He told her
as we'll rs he was able that he spoke
but very little French, and she replied,
laughing, that she knew no German.
Then she asked him to give her Ger
man lessons, assuring him that her
father would not object. She next in
qnircd us TO his name his homo, whcth-
cr he had parents and brothers and sis
tcrs. When he had answered she said.
sadly: Il have no mother, no brothers
or sisters" Then she begged him not
to be afraid of Mile. Filine
her GOrcrncss, assuring him that she
was not SO cross rs she looked.
els it she who always makes YOU
wear %lovcs?" ne asked.
Sh" laughed and nodded.
"}ut [ do love to take them OFF,
she said, suiting the action to the
word. "lIcrc they are Please keep
them awhile for me-.
lie put the gloves in his breast
pocket.
"And Yet | would not like 20 have
brown or red hands like 80 many of
your German girls" she added. THAT
IS so ugly-ugIicr even than gloves ~
SO they walked up and down or stood
side by side at the gate, until Mile.
tiiinc's call separated them.
| This day, also, our student learned
little from his books, although his eye
was now well.
In response to a courteous notu from
the Marquis, he ere long found himself
duly installed as German teacher to
dortrns". The Marquis also paid his
parents visit, charming both with his
elegant manners and the prospect Of
an engagement for their son, although
| the mother shook her head ominouJly
| and talked more thar ever Of the diro
cV ntS of the French campaign of 1912.
| The German lessons were not given
in the usual formal manner. Teacher
and pupil wandered out into the gar-
den, and seated themselves comforta.
bly, in the arbor or by the fountain.
Sometimes when Mile. Fitine was in
good humor, she accompanied them TO
| the forest, to the meadow or to the
temple on the hilltop. Arnim soon cot
over his fear Of the morosc old French
govcrn"Ss, who every day cursed the
lot that forced her to remain far from
Ia belle france in this stupid Germany.
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